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Three Years Ago Today…

2 May

Three years ago today, I went on the hike of a lifetime, where the infamous JB proposed to me. Thank you, my love, for making my dreams come true.

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My Milkshake Is Better Than Yours

26 Apr

Tonight, JB decided to make a milkshake. Here were the ingredients:

1. Vanilla ice cream
2. Milk
3. Organic wild blueberries (he was very specific about this)
4. Peanut butter
5. Scotch Whiskey (aged 12 years)

And as random and icky as that sounds, it really wan’t half bad.

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Big Boys and their Toys

7 Feb

This past weekend, I told JB that we should do something fun, as it could be one of our last weekends without a kid for a very, very long time.

“Let’s rent an excavator!” he exclaimed.

Not the fun I was thinking, but the man wanted to install a drain using heavy machinery, and who am I to steal his “fun”?!

I wanted to screw with the guys that were renting us the excavator, and have JB tell them that he needed it to move his giant pregnant wife around (since I went with him to rent it), but JB wouldn’t participate in that little practical joke. OK, I guess I don’t blame him… It would have been rather un-PC.

A few pictures from the project:

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And the whole time, Tucker was excited to have a playmate (aka JB) in the backyard. He kept dropping his toy in the trench that JB was digging!

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Celebrity Gossip

26 Oct

I’m usually the one in our marriage that is up on celebrity gossip. It’s a side effect of working online 40+ hours a week.

Anyway, last night, as we were watching the World Series (i.e. longest and most uneventful game EVER – 14 innings, people!), JB proudly states, “Guess who broke up?”

I had no idea.

JB: Jessica Simpson and Nich Lachey.
Me: Are you sure? That rumor has been flying around, but they’re denying it.
JB: Yes, I’m sure.
Me: I would have thought I would have heard something about that..
JB: Well, it’s true.

I shook my head, and of course, when I got online today, I searched around, and found that I was right — it’s still a rumor at this point, a rumor that is being denied by the celebrities’ camps.

It just makes me chuckle, though. JB was pretty proud to have some celebrity gossip of his own. Too bad it wasn’t right…

Date Night Was A Success

17 Oct

I mentioned last week that I had declared Date Night on Saturday. Between the moving and JB’s overtime and his band, there hasn’t been any quality time for us. I had begun telling him how much I missed him, but that wasn’t doing any good.

So, I asked my husband out on a date for Saturday night, and wouldn’t give him the slightest clue as to what we were doing.

I had planned to take him to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, but house projects got in the way, and I decided to make scallops and pasta at home instead.

Of course, tearing the man away from his yard projects was like pulling teeth, making us very late to our first destination, the Siena Spa.

That’s right, I got us a couples’ massage. I swear every time I go to get a massage, I’m running late and end up stressing myself out over it.

Anyway, the massages were nice, despite the fact that JB was missing the masseuse from his last massage there, and I made the mistake of saying I could lay on my belly no problem. “I sleep on my belly every night still!” I proudly proclaimed. What I hadn’t realized is that when I sleep, I’m laying a bit on my side with the support of a pillow. During my massage, with my ankles bolstered up, I felt a ton of pressure on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

And of course, I was too shy to say anything about it. I walked into the massage with a sore lower back, and thanks to laying on my belly (completely not their fault), I left with a sore upper back. Oh well, lesson learned for next time!

Anyway, after our massages, we then headed to The Chocolate Bar, a place I’ve been wanting to try for ages. It is a cool little bar that combines the atmosphere of a bar, cafe, and a candy shop. We both got white chocolate drinks (his cold and alcoholic, mine hot and non-alcoholic) and truffles.

From there, we went to 3rd Street Blues, where we were delighted to find the band that played at our wedding reception as the band of the evening, Uncle Funkle. We sat and listened to a set of theirs, which was way more mellow than what they played at our reception, but still very enjoyable. Once they went on break, we strolled along the Truckee River Riverwalk until we came to EJ’s Jazz Cafe.

We found a delightful jazz quartet playing in EJ’s, and it made for a very romantic atmosphere. Mission accomplished — we once again felt like newlyweds instead of roommates doing a lot of house chores.

On Sunday, I had to surrender JB back to the house projects and band practice, but I learned my lesson… Complaining that we don’t get enough time together isn’t enough… Taking charge and declaring Date Night works!

Perhaps we’ll have to do a repeat this weekend, but this time JB has to plan the night!

Honeymoon Travel Journal

11 Oct

One year ago today, JB and I left on our honeymoon to Italy. We visited Naples, Capri, Florence, Cinque Terre and Venice. Reminisce with me — click here, and then read the entries from the bottom up!

Happy Anniversary to Us!

10 Oct

Happy Anniversary to JB, the love of my life! We celebrated by going to brunch at the country club where we had our reception, Thunder Canyon.

After brunch, we took a few pictures. I love this picture of us — the picture of wedded bliss!

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And, here I am at 5 months (21 weeks) pregnant:

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Random Ramblings

7 Oct

We have now been living in our new, two story house for five days. The master suite is on the first floor, and all of the other bedrooms and the other full bath are upstairs.

In our old house, which was literally half the size and one story, I had taken over the guest bathroom as my own. That way, I would get up before JB in the morning, quietly make my way out of the bedroom, and have the bathroom all to myself as I showered, listened to the radio, and got ready for work.

It was a nice set up, but I decided that once we moved into the new house, I would be using the master bathroom. Afterall, it is huge, and has two sinks and two sets of cabinets and two medicine cabinets.

However, there isn’t a door in between the master bathroom and the master bedroom. This means that I now have a constant observer and commentator in the mornings.

This morning, I took a shower and shaved. In our huge bathroom that doesn’t have a door, you can’t trap steam, meaning I get goosebumps, and have to wait for those to go away before I can shave.

I stepped out of the shower to the cries of my husband in bed, claiming that I had taken a 20 minute shower. This was an exaggeration, but still, it’s like the last veil of privacy has been removed, and we have to adjust to that.

It has been fun, too, though. We chat and joke with each other as we’re getting ready. Or, more specifically, as I’m getting ready and he’s laying in bed watching me.

This morning, the claim of a “20 minute shower” got quite the discussion going. I told him that there was no way I had taken a 20 minute shower, as I knew what time I got out of bed, and then I went to the bathroom, weighed five times, and then showered. Hence, it was more like a 10 minute shower.

“Weighed five times?” he asked incredulously.

So I had to explain to him how in this pregnancy, I weigh every Friday. The number is so hard to deal with that I can’t help but get on and off the scale numerous times until I get a repeat reading.

This had my husband laughing insanley at me, and I had to explain to him that as someone that has watched her weight her entire life, pregnancy is a hard pill to swallow, because it just feels like you’re on the fast track to obesity.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not dieting at all. I am trying to eat as healthy as possible, counting my calories so that I’m eating the exact amount my doctor prescribed, and I’m keeping up my workouts. This is all in the hopes that I will have a healthy baby and will be able to get back to my pre-pregnancy size (which of course, I wasn’t happy with anyway) as soon as possible.

Anyway, it is strange for me to have in depth discussions like that in the morning, as in the past, all we used to do is say goodbye to each other once I was ready to leave the house.

The next step in our marriage will be the sharing of the master closet. In our old house, I just used the extra bedrooms for my closets, because that husband of mine has a lot of clothes, and is very anal retentive about everything being in its proper place. My closets usually had clothes strewn all about.

But, now that we’re in the new house, I absolutely refuse to tromp upstairs to get my clothes every day, so we will be entering the uncharted waters of closet sharing. Lord help him.

So there are my uncensored thoughts of the day. This Sunday, we will be celebrating our one year anniversary. It’s hard to believe it has been a year, but look at us now — in a new home with a baby on the way. Oh, the difference a year can truly make! We’re planning on eating out at the country club where we had our wedding reception. I wish we could do more to celebrate, but that rock star husband of mine has a gig this weekend, and we still have to make a big dent in the unpacking project.

The New Home Competition

6 May

Well, our search for a new home has really opened our eyes to how competitive the housing market is in the Reno area. The waiting list for the home that we want is over 710 people long for 100 remaining homes. We’re told there is a 40-50% drop off rate, which would still leave us odd man out. You can wait up to a year on a list in Reno, and while that happens, the home prices go up and up and up. I recently heard about someone that was on a list for 8 months, and the home prices went up $80,000 in that time frame.

Luckily, my brother works in the industry, and just gave me a super hot tip that there is a new community planned in the area we want to live. I called the builder today, and they were very impressed that I even knew about this community, as it hadn’t been made public. Hence, we are on their ‘interest’ list now… Even if we can’t get the original home we signed up for, it’s nice to know that we’re way ahead of the game for the next development. Unfortunately, the homes probably won’t be completed until at least a year from now. Fingers crossed that they have a floorplan we like!

Meanwhile, I’m kicking myself for not buying the house I was looking at in August of 2003 for $150,000. That investment would have at least doubled by now…. Darn the luck!

This weekend I…

2 May

  • Hung out with my parents and niece on Friday night
  • Went to see JB’s band perform, and helped intervene when a drunk guy started trying to pick a fight with the lead singer (my intervention was all behind the scenes – no worries)
  • Stayed at a local casino resort Friday night after the gig. When we showed up at 1:30am, they upgraded us to a $500/night hot tub suite. Sweet!!!
  • We slept in, and then enjoyed the hot tub in our room and the humongous shower. Felt like royalty!
  • Went to hang out with my parents and niece, where I cooked everyone my trademark breakfast burritos. Yum!
  • Looked at new houses in South Reno. I’m turning in the paperwork today to get on the waiting list! Woo!!! (Don’t get too excited — the wait will be about a year long.)
  • Introduced the parents to thai food.
  • On Sunday, I opted to let JB go pound the ski slopes one last time while I stayed home and took a nap, read a good book, and did a few house chores. It felt soooooo nice.
  • Cooked up a Sunday dinner of rib eye steaks, potatoes and Shiraz wine, with strawberries and ice cream for dessert and Frank Sinatra playing in the background.
  • Had a dream last night that I was on the Apprentice.

That just about wraps it up. And by the way, one year ago today, JB made me the happiest woman in the world by proposing to me. Here is the story.

Flashback

27 Apr

While walking across the parking lot this morning, I had a flashback to our honeymoon…

Today, the weather was cold, grey and rainy. I walked by the Book Mobile, parked in our parking lot, and it was emitting lovely fumes as I passed it.

The fumes combined with the weather immediately took me back to Venice, Italy. I had to laugh that such a combination could bring back a good memory, but I was instantly transported to the bus station in Venice on our last day of our honeymoon when we discovered that the entire bus system was on strike.

You can read the whole story here. Ah, the memories…

Hanging Up The Skis

25 Apr

On Sunday, the JB and I went to Kirkwood for some final turns in the 04-05 ski season. It was actually a cold day with snow flurries, proving you never know what to expect during Spring skiing. The resort had received about four inches of snow from the most recent storm, so the conditions were better than expected, with dust on slush.

For the past few months, JB has been all about searching out cornices and jumping off of them. As I’ve mentioned here before, after I injured my knee jumping off of a sizable cornice about three years ago, so I have refrained from following him to the cornice areas.

Yesterday was no different. At the top of Cornice Express, he found a few good ones to jump off of, then we headed over to The Wall, where he found even more cornices to entertain him. Each time, I’d ski down below the cornice and watch him jump off.

On our last chair ride up yesterday, we were discussing what run should be our grand finale for the season. To the right would be some challenging runs, but no cornices. To the left, the only way down is via a cornice.

“It’s your call,” he told me. And I thought about it…

As our skis touched the the ground at the top of the lift, I surprised him by saying, “let’s go left!”

Shocked, he looked at me and said, “what?!”

“Left!” I shouted.

“All right!” He exclaimed, and we both started to ski towards the cornice areas.

What he didn’t know was that the last time he jumped off a cornice on that run, I was checking out the cornice areas, and had spied a nice, managable cornice for me to try.

I skied right up to it, turned to him, and said, “I’m doing this for you!” I pushed off without hesitating, and continued to ski down the hill.

This was a big step for me, as I’ve been avoiding cornices like the plague for three years now. I also think that my ‘cool factor’ in my hubby’s eyes was raised significantly yesterday, as I redeemed myself for constantly turning down his invitations to go off cornices with him.

And on that note, we will hang up our skis for another ski season, barring any remarkable snow storms between now and May 1, that is. The 2004-2005 ski season was absolutely amazing. It was one of those years that people will be talking about for years to come.

My Platypus Shoes

19 Apr

For the past few weeks, every time I wear my brown loafers, JB will say, “you’re wearing your Platypus shoes”.

Of course, a conversation would then ensue with me asking if that means he doesn’t like my shoes, or if they look funny, and he always answers, “no, they just look like a platypus.”

These are the shoes (and I know they could use a good polishing.)

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I just got an e-mail from JB saying, “now do you know why I call them Platypus shoes?”

He attached this image:
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And yes, I now see why he calls them Platypus shoes.

Why Do Today What You Can Put Off Until Tomorrow

14 Apr

I usually get my taxes done in plenty of time. But this year, I’m married to the world’s biggest procrastinator. We purchased Tax Cut to do our taxes, and know that the program will help us determine if we should file ‘married filing jointly’ or ‘married filing separately’.

I loaded the software on Tuesday night and tried to do my taxes, but if you’re trying to use the wizard that will tell you the best way for you to file as a couple, you have to enter your spouse’s information. And of course, JB wasn’t ready to do that yet.

Grrrrrrr…

We had planned to do taxes last night, but JB had to work late, so I’m hoping we’ll get them done tonight. If not, I can guarantee a lame Friday night for us tomorrow.

The Funniest Thing Ever

29 Mar

As I was getting ready for bed on Sunday, I was complaining to JB about how I was having some strange pains from my ski crash the day before.

“When I laugh, it hurts under my shoulder blade,” I said, pointing to exactly where it hurt.

“So, don’t laugh,” JB said, and for some reason, I found this to be the funniest thing ever, and crumpled over onto the bed laughing. Of course, this got him laughing, and then I was laughing because he was laughing, and man, did that really hurt my strange shoulder blade pain.

Luckily, that pain is gone now so I’m free to laugh again.

Left! Left!

29 Mar

On Saturday, we went skiing at Heavenly, where we discovered Mott Canyon the last run of the day.

You see, we needed to leave early so that I could babysit my niece in Reno that night. Right about the time we should have started skiing back to the car, JB came across a gate that led into a double diamond run.

We pretty much have a rule of thumb that if there is a gate with a warning sign to enter a run, we must ski it.

So, even though I knew it could jeopardize our time schedule, I agreed to go check it out with him.

It was definitely the steepest stuff we had found at Heavenly, and I was bummed that we discovered it on our last run of the day. Now we have to go back!!! Half way down the steepest part of the run, we came across a man sitting with his skis off. We inquired if he was injured, and he said that he wasn’t, and that he just couldn’t make it down that hill so he was waiting for ski patrol to come bail him out. We then saw ski patrol at the top of the run, so we left him knowing he was in good hands.

But it must have hurt his ego when to have a woman ski right down that hill without hesitating!

Well, we got to the bottom of the run, and then saw signs for the chairlift pointing through the trees. The sign pointed left. JB went right.

So, there I was, going left on a little trail through the trees, and I’m screaming at JB, “Left! Left! Wrong way!!!” Next thing I know, I hit a huge hole, my ski tips dug in and I went flying face first into the snow. When I landed with a thump, both shoulders cracked, and I sat there trying to determine if I was injured or not.

When I determined that I wasn’t injured, I sat on my butt, and said the first thing that came to my mind, “Holy crap.”

I then heard JB calling me on the walkie talkie asking what happened.

I replied, “I was so concerned about you going the wrong direction that I didn’t see a hole in the snow and I did a face plant that ripped me out of both skis. I’m going to be a few minutes.”

JB was very entertained by all of this. This is what he said he heard, “Left! Left! AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Once again, the things I do for love!

Anyway, we actually made it out of Mott Canyon and back to the parking lot right on time… Next time we go to Heavenly, we’re starting in Mott Canyon so that we can give it the proper attention!

Here’s a snapshot of the rest of the weekend:

  • Babysat my niece Kacey on Saturday night and played with the puppy Rex, who’s ears are as big as my hand. Perhaps they should rename Rex to Dumbo.

  • We skied at Kirkwood on Sunday. Only one chair was open due to the high winds. We managed to keep pretty entertained skiing on Cornice Express, and even ventured into the terrain park for a bit more entertainment. I think I caught about 6 inches of air on a jump! Woo! (for you non-skiers, that’s really unimpressive)
  • Ate taco salad for dinner on Easter Sunday. It just seemed wrong, but tasted very good….
  • I babysat my 6 month old niece, Kacey, again for the entire day on Monday. I got extra brave and ventured to the grocery store with her. Luckily, she was a little angel during our shopping trip, and I was amazed with how much attention she garnered.
  • Worked out the kinks in my upper body (from the crash) by swimming 2000 yards in the pool.

The World’s Longest Hair Appointment

25 Mar

After two and a half hours in the chair at my hair dresser’s, my hair is now fixed. Voila:

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After taking about 20 self portraits of myself, I realized that I really suck at taking my own picture. JB is at band practice tonight, and I wanted to show all of you my new hair… I haven’t mastered the whole self portrait in the mirror thing yet, but that picture at least shows the hair.

I had my stylist weave in brown and blonde, and keep a bit of the red, so now I have tri-toned hair. I think it looks pretty good — much better than before.

And would you believe that the man that has laughed at my hair every day since I dyed it DID NOT EVEN NOTICE THAT I GOT IT FIXED?! I kept standing there smiling at him, and he said, “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

I sat there clenching my teeth into a smile, thinking, BECAUSE I JUST SPENT TWO AND A HALF HOURS GETTING MY HAIR COLOR FIXED! YOU ALSO DIDN’T NOTICE THAT I HAD ALMOST TWO INCHES OF LENGTH CUT OFF BECAUSE THIS WHOLE DYING PROCESS FRIED MY HAIR. AND I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU DIDN’T NOTICE, THAT’S WHY!

He finally caught on. “Oh, you dyed your hair…. Again.”

“I was under the impression I got it fixed.” I replied.

“Oh, you got your hair fixed,” he said.

Men… They can be so oblivious! To think the whole reason I got into this mess was because of his liking for strawberry blonde hair! NEVER AGAIN, HUSBAND OF MINE, NEVER AGAIN!

Sad, Sad Me

23 Mar

Here is a picture of sad, sad me and my orange hair.

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Hair Update

21 Mar

Well, putting Dark Ash Blonde dye over the Desert Sunrise (that I call Desert Atomic Bomb) resulted in a slightly less orange, but definitely still red hued look.

I figure I have to just live with this, as I don’t want my hair to fall out. I think I’ve done enough damage. At least I had the foresight to use a semi-permanent dye that will wash out in 28 washes.

27 more to go.

Reaction from the co-workers this morning:

“Your hair is orange.” Of course, when I cringed, she said, “or red.”

And from another girl, “I really liked your blonde hair better.”

One girl said she liked it, and that it brought out the red in my complexion.

Of course, another said that it made me look “splotchy.”

I keep reminding JB that my hair is a testement to my love for him, because I never would have experimented with red if it wasn’t for his keeness for strawberry blonde hair.

I’ll post a photo later. My camera battery is dead right now…

The Things I do For Love

20 Mar

JB has a thing for strawberry blonde hair. It was time to dye my hair again, so I decided that this time I’d try to achieve that strawberry blonde color.

I picked up a package of Herbal Essences Desert Sunrise. The woman’s hair on the package looked absolutely beautiful. I was certain that I, too, would look beautiful with that hair color.

As I started putting the dye on my hair, I shouted out from the bathroom, “I’m doing this because I love you.”

I should have realized that something was wrong when the hair dye looked purple on my gloved hands.

But I went ahead, and once I rinsed and dried my hair, it was an absolutely horrible shade of orange.

ORANGE!

It was more like a desert atomic blast rather than a desert sunrise.

But hey, dying your hair red is the new trend for bloggers, right? (Example 1 and example 2.)

Here is evidence of a hair dye job gone wrong.

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I am currently in the process of dying my hair back to its original color, dark ash blonde. Let’s hope that it works….

Living Together

18 Mar

This is a really catchy song that describes married life pretty well…

Living Together by Amy Dalley

Pay the bills
Cut the grass
Someone forgot the trash
All the talks we’ve had about the toll that we saved
A few anniversaries, fights and apologies
Sometimes what love needs is a good referee

I’m his best friend, I’m his roommate
I’m his partner, I’m his wife
He’s my standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married ain’t the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

Stack of plates
Whose turn is it anyway?
That frozen chicken ain’t gonna cook itself
How much did that cost?
Who forgot to walk the dog?
One’s about to freeze to death
One’s about to melt

I’m his best friend, I’m his roommate
I’m his partner, I’m his wife
He’s my standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married ain’t the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

It’s beautiful, it’s ugly
It’s passionate, it’s ‘don’t touch me’
It’s being stubborn, it’s giving in
Wakin’ up to do it all again

I’m his best friend, I’m his roommate
I’m his partner, I’m his wife
He’s my standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married ain’t the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

My favorite part is “One’s about to freeze to death
One’s about to melt” — that is us every night!

Women’s Intuition

18 Mar

I’m now inspired to tell all of you why I am so tired today, and why I’m sipping on coffee instead of my normal caffeine free tea.

I have become one huge worry wart. That’s it.

You see, after I left JB’s gig last night around 10:00, on my 50 minute drive home, I had this overwhelming sense of women’s intuition that something bad was going to happen to him on his drive home.

My women’s intuition can be right-on at times. In fact, I had a dream that my sister-in-law was pregnant when she was only 4 weeks along and hadn’t told anyone. My women’s intuition told me that JB was the one.

Granted it has been wrong, but I try to listen to it. So when I got this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach last night as I pictured JB’s drive home at 2:30 am amongst all of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers, I felt like it shouldn’t be ignored.

Even though I thought my hubby might think I was being a freak, I called and left him a message on his cell phone, telling him about this feeling, and urging him to be extra careful on his drive home. I also asked him to leave his cell phone on, because I wanted to be able to get a hold of him if I woke up at 2 am and he wasn’t home.

Now so that you all don’t think I’m a complete freak, one of JB’s former band mates died in a car crash on his way home from a gig. I think I have a right to be concerned… JB worked yesterday from 8-5, then played in the band from about 8pm-2am. He’s then supposed to drive 40 miles home.

This is all such a new experience for me. I have all of my hopes and dreams wrapped up in this man, and it is my biggest fear that something will happen to him. Hence my paranoia.

I slept fitfully last night, waking up on the hour every hour. Finally, at 2 am, I woke up for the last time, and decided to call JB’s cell phone.

It went straight to voicemail, and my imagination started working overtime. I pictured him on the side of the highway…

After about a half hour, I heard his truck door shut, so I went to meet him at the front door.

I enveloped him in a hug, so unbelievably relieved.

Of course, the man thought I was being a freak. Evidently his cell phone battery had died hours before, so he never even got my message.

Thankfully, last night, my women’s intuition was way off. Unfortunately, that means that I couldn’t sleep until my man was safely tucked in beside me, so I’m really dragging today. I guess my consolation can be that he got even less sleep than me, so as tired as I am, he is moreso.

I have never been a worry wart, but now that I have someone in my life that is my everything, I’m sure this won’t be the last of my paranoia getting the best of me.

Ugh. I’m pitiful, aren’t I?

Where Are My Purple Pants?

27 Feb

Here is a guest entry from the infamous JB:

The other morning, when we were getting ready to go ski, I heard a paniced cry. My first thought was that Lynnette had broken one of the ancient chinese antique figures. Luckily, that was not the case. The anguished cry was because Lynnette couldn’t find her “purple pants”. What are purple pants you ask? You mean you don’t own a pair? Purple pants are Lynnette’s favorite ski underwear, which actually include a top and bottoms. Of course, they are purple, her favorite color (don’t believe her when she says its red, I think its from exessive exposure during high school).

So we scoured the house in search of the holy purple pants to no avail. Lynnette was very, very sad. Then, several days later, out of the blue I heard screams of delight from the guest bedroom. My first thought was that Lynnette had tested postive for pregnancy. It was, of course, her beloved purple pants. They had been found, although I’m not sure where. Attached is a picture of Lynnette in her Purple Pants. This is how she weares her fleece. I keep telling her she has to stop gaping like that!

“Ready to ski in my purple pants!”
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What is wrong with this picture?
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Editorial note from Lynnette:
No, I’m not pregnant, first of all. Also, to explain these pictures, I had just gotten up from bed, and was still half asleep. I was trying to get dressed while maintaining a conversation with JB, and I didn’t even realize why JB was laughing at me until I went into the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. I was wearing my fleece backwards. He thought this was so funny that we had to take a picture of it. I am so not a morning person!

“I Ain’t Bleeping Going Down That!”

22 Feb

This past weekend, JB and I decided to pay hommage to American presidents by searching out some fresh powder on the ski slopes.

We went to Squaw Valley USA on Sunday, and there was about a foot of fresh, yet heavy powder there to greet us.

JB is a great powder skier.

I am not.

Hence, it was with some trepidation that I followed him into the trees on our second run of the day. “Let’s go this way!” he enthusiastically proclaimed, and then he was off.

I tried to follow, and next thing I knew, I was lost, in way over my head (literally and figuratively), and having one heck of a time picking my way through the trees in the deep powder.

After what seemed like forever, I emerged from the trees completely away from the downhill ski area, and onto a cross country ski trail.

Lesson #1: Don’t venture into the trees on a powder day if you aren’t good at powder and don’t have a clue as to where you are going.

I could see a chair lift off in the distance, so off I went on the cross country trail in pursuit of that lift.

You should have seen the looks I was getting from the real cross country skiers as they passed me. I was definately out of my element.

From that trail, though, I got a view of three dog sledding teams taking off on a run. The dogs were so excited — barking and trying to run as fast as they could. It looked like a blast… Definitely on my list of things to try in the Reno-Tahoe area. Unfortunately, the dogs were moving so fast I didn’t get to snap a picture of them.

I then ran across a sleigh ride, and decided to snap a picture of them to document my scenic foray away from the downhill slopes of Squaw.

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Mental note: I should make JB take me on a sleigh ride…

About 20 minutes after popping out on the cross country trail, I managed to get back to a chairlift. By this point, I knew I was on my own for a while, as JB was probably still enjoying tree skiing, so I headed to my favorite area of Squaw — KT22.

KT22 was named after an Olympic skier that did 22 kick turns down the face of that hill.

Here is a view from the KT22 chair:
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I got to the top of the chair, unloaded, and then turned as I heard the lift attendant yelling, “What are you doing?!”

I saw that a snowboarder had not unloaded, and was sitting on the now stopped chair.

“I ain’t *bleep*ing going down that!” He proclaimed. Evidently, he had gotten scared on the ride up, and intended to ride the chairlift back to the bottom. I guess he missed the 10 or so signs at the bottom of the lift saying, ‘Experts only’, or ‘No easy way down’, or ‘This lift requires advanced skiing skills’. Had to chuckle at that a bit.

Lesson #2: They aren’t kidding when they say that a lift is for experts only.

This is the start of the hill under the chair that scared our poor snowboarder:
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Anyway, the rest of the day was much more enjoyable for me, as I went down the wide open faces of KT22, where the snow had been tracked out a bit and I was able to ski a bit more in control.

On Monday, we headed to Kirkwood, where they had about a foot of new snow, and this stuff was light and fluffy. What a world of difference that made — I was actually able to ski through it!

Evidently, light fluffy powder makes JB think that he’s being filmed for a Warren Miller flick. I just served as his photographer.
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(Note for my in-laws: he skied all of this with great caution — I promise!)

We topped off the day with a nice hot toddy in the bar, and decided that we had to go back to work so that our bodies could recover from two days of powder skiing!

Did This Weekend Really Have To End?

14 Feb

This was our first Valentine’s Weekend as newlyweds, and we did it up, people.

It all started on Friday with wine tasting, where we sampled Zinfandel wines. Afterwards, we went to In N’ Out for dinner. The wine snobs would have been so appalled!!! Ha!

Saturday, JB and I ventured back up to Mt. Rose Ski Tahoe. It had snowed a few inches on Friday, so we were treated to what JB was calling ‘dust on crust’ conditions.

We went back to ski the Chutes, and honestly, I think I was getting a big ego because I had skied them so much last weekend.

But just when you start getting over confident, the Chutes will serve to knock your confidence right back down a notch.

That knock was a double diamond trail known as Detonatator. (See the trail map here.) I skied in there thinking I was tough stuff, and next thing I knew, I was on a really steep pitch, looking at about a 6 foot wide path between a rock and a tree.

Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I won’t claim that I got down Detonator with any style or grace at all… I had to take the pussy way out to get around that hairy part, but all in all, it was still a great time.

Anyway, we left Mt. Rose and headed into Downtown Reno for a night on the town. We had a lovely early Valentine’s Day dinner at Roxy’s. Mmmm….. Mushroom raviolis, lobster, and a bottle of wine later, we were ready for the magic show of Darren Romeo, presented by Siegfried & Roy. Darren Romeo is called “The Voice of Magic” because he sings his way through the magic show, and he has an incredible voice. Not hard on the eyes, either!

Here we are at Roxy’s… Notice the dog chef painting that observed our meal:
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On Sunday, JB and I headed for Alpine Meadows. A storm happened to blow its way in, and at times, it felt like we were on an expedition to Mt. Everest instead of skiing… But, with the right clothes and a hunger for fresh tracks, skiing in a storm can be quite enjoyable.

Here is the chairlift, which looks like it was taking us up into the clouds:

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Another view from the lift. Brrrrrr!!!!!
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After skiing, we treated ourselves to a Couples Massage at the Cal Neva Resort Health Spa in North Shore. The massage room was overlooking the lake, so we enjoyed the sunset, and then some true pampering. We then hit the hot tub, and practically collapsed into our beds at the Cal Neva. Here are some pics:

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Here’s me being a dork and taking my picture in the mirror of our room… Please forgive the helmet hair:
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Here is the view from our room:
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The thing I love about the Cal Neva Resort (besides the incredible views) is its rich history. The resort was owned by Frank Sinatra, and was frequented by the Rat Pack and the likes of Marilyn Monroe.

In fact, the resort is rumored to be haunted by Frank, Marilyn, and Sammy Davis Junior. I’ve heard some really freaky ghost stories about the place, and last time I stayed there, I hardly slept at all. But this time, I had JB to keep me safe, and I slept like a log.

I have to admit, though, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I made a conscious effort to keep my eyes closed… Just in case, you know…